A glance up the hill
Hell!
At first sight
Five boys
Masturbating
On the crest
Rapid hands vibrating
Concentration
Realization
Flying kites
Furiously
Manipulating string
Bamboo and paper
A zephyr and skill
Keep the fragile forms aloft
With all the energy
Only a boy can muster
Eyes strain
Searching the sky
Five pentagons jive above
Laughter drifts downhill
Spasms of delight
Brown bodies sweat
Glisten in the sun
Spastic movements go on
A boy carelessly relieves himself
Splashing another's foot
Swearing and cursing
Not losing a stroke
Anger dissapating
Shreiking joy returns
Mindful of the task at hand
Keeping paper afloat
On the slights of winds
Brazilian boys
At play on a hill
Wasting the day in the sun
Not a care